In the cradle of her arms, I found my first dawn, Her lullabies painting dreams in the night sky. Through…
In the gentle dawn, a whisper grows, Between hearts that time cannot sever, A bond woven through laughter and woes,…
In the silence of our hearts, distance grows, Words that once flowed now falter, unheard. A tapestry of love, now…
In the cradle of her arms, a world begins to spin, Whispers of love, as gentle as the dawn, A…
In the cradle of her arms, a world is spun, Where laughter echoes and tears find rest. A mother’s gaze,…
In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace, A mother holds her daughter’s face. Through whispers soft, their bond renews, A…
In the gentle embrace of morning light, Her whispers cradle the dreams I weave, A tapestry of love, woven tight,…
In the quiet moments of the night, When the world is still, and dreams take flight, I remember the stories…
In the gentle whispers of the morning light, A bond so deep, held tender and tight. Through laughter, tears, and…
In the shadows of our home, silence reigns, Words unspoken, hearts remain in chains. A mother’s gaze, cold as winter’s…